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The battle had begun.

However, Yun Qingwu did not give any orders for the battle. She looked like she was in pain, but she was not helpless.

15 minutes passed, then an hour... the screams and sounds of killing continued to fill the air.

The demon soldiers started to fall.

Fear filled their faces, but they couldn’t turn to anyone for help. There was no demon who screamed for help...

Neither was there a demon who blamed Yun Qingwu for her lack of orders.

The black figures charged through the ranks of the demons like death gods. Countless demons fell, their blood staining the ground.

The Demon Domain Chiefs grit their teeth and tried to defend against the onslaught. Their demonic eyes glowed radiantly.

The night was no longer as dark as before.

There was a ray of light on the horizon.

The night was slow and long. Many lives had been lost, but it was also quick. In the blink of an eye, they had all been transported to a different world.

The walls of the Iron Hill Settlement were strangely silent.

Countless eyes were fixated on the battle between the shadows and the demons. They waited patiently...

There was a figure on the battlefield who was exactly like that.

That was a figure in a white dress. She looked like a lotus in the night, standing out in the sea of black.

Just at that moment...

A ray of light shone through beside her.

That was a pure, sky blue light.

A blue robe danced in the light. A wrinkled face looked into the sky and watched the daybreak.

The figure’s eyes were hollow and lifeless.

Above that pair of lifeless eyes was a symbol. It had been etched into this man’s forehead. It was a simple symbol, but it gave off a strange aura.

It was almost as though the symbol represented all creation.

Right now...

The symbol was changing...

Spots of light began to concentrate on the symbol and the symbol became more and more complex.

It was like a new life...

Forming something out of nothing, making something complex out of something simple.

The symbol became brighter with each passing moment.

It was as if it represented all creation.

The changes in the world.

Or perhaps, it represented rebirth.

As the symbol changed, the light became brighter... and brighter... and brighter...

...

The silence atop the walls of the Iron Hill Settlement was finally broken.

Everyone looked at the symbol and the light with awe.

"Canyang!"

"Could it be that Canyang..."

"That’s impossible!"

The emotions that they felt were inexplicable. They couldn’t bring themselves to believe what they were witnessing.

"Hum!"

At that moment, a loud hum rang through the air and the ground began to shake.

At the same time...

A ray of light shot skyward.

It was a golden ray of light that pierced through the blue light. It illuminated the entire sky.

"Master!" Yun Qingwu’s voice pierced through the air.

She said nothing when the army of shadows descended upon them. She said nothing when thousands of demon soldiers were massacred.

However, when she saw the golden ray of light, she spoke.

But...

She only said one word.

Master!

When she said those words, two drops of tears rolled down her cheeks and splashed on the ground.

Blood had already stained the floor.

Yun Qingwu’s tears fell into a pool of blood and were buried under the sand and blood.

It was rather unassuming...

But Canyang turned around.

He looked at Yun Qingwu with his hollow, lifeless eyes.

However...

Those eyes said plenty.

Just like the symbol on his forehead.

The simplest looks could have the most complex meanings.

The symbols kept changing, representing rebirth and a new lease of life. However, it also looked like it was reminiscing the old life...

"Good disciple!" Canyang spoke in his frail voice.

However, all of the demons turned to look at Canyang, even if it was just for a brief moment.

Because...

They all knew...

Even though Yun Qingwu had always addressed Canyang as her master, Canyang had never called Yun Qingwu his disciple.

Disciple...

Ordinarily, that was a word that any master would have said umpteen times.

But Canyang had never used that word.

Even when Yun Qingwu had knelt in front of him, he never called Yun Qingwu his disciple, choosing instead to call her by her name.

But now, Canyang called her his disciple.

This was the first time Canyang had done so in more than a decade.

His voice was not loud...

But it pierced through all of the sounds of battle. It had made an impact on everyone on the field.

At that moment, everyone forgot about the battle and the killing going on around them...

Yun Qingwu did not speak, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Ping Yang was initially furious and anxious.

But at that moment, all of those emotions disappeared. All that was left was a look of shock and worry.

She looked at Canyang as her lips parted and trembled. She was terrified.

She had never been this terrified in her life.

Chi Guyan had released her grip on Yun Qingwu.

From the moment the golden light shot out from Canyang’s forehead, she had released her grip on Yun Qingwu.

It was not a wise move...

But...

She did it anyway.

Canyang walked slowly towards Yun Qingwu.

Every step he took was slow and deliberate.

In fact, it looked like every step was draining him. He looked as though he could be blown away by the wind at any point as he shuffled across to Yun Qingwu.

But...

No one went to stop him, not even Chi Guyan.

Not only did Chi Guyan not stop Canyang, she stepped back and stood beside Ping Yang, allowing Canyang to close in.

It felt as though time had frozen.

After what seemed like an eternity...

Canyang arrived next to Yun Qingwu.

He raised that frail hand of his to Yun Qingwu’s head and brushed her hair aside. It was almost like a father tending to his daughter.

The golden light continued to glow on Canyang’s head.

The blue light that had initially enveloped his body disappeared. His blue robe had also lost its shine, accentuating the golden glow on his head.

"Bring them back." Canyang whispered as he looked at Yun Qingwu with his hollow eyes, his gaze filled with pain and sorrow.

Yun Qingwu looked back at Canyang, tears in her eyes. She bit her lips but did not speak, allowing the tears to flow freely.

"If only I could see you... that’ll be great..." Canyang’s gaze was filled with loneliness, almost as if he knew the end was near.

Yun Qingwu remained silent.

However, she was trembling as she bit her lip. A trickle of blood could be seen from her lower lip...

"Call me master one more time." Canyang requested as he combed Yun Qingwu’s hair with his hand.

"Mas... Master!" Yun Qingwu looked at the wrinkled face as she trembled and stammered.

"Mm, good disciple! You’re a good disciple indeed!" Canyang nodded.

He murmured to himself. These were the words that he never dreamt that he would say. He stood up...

And straightened his back...

"Kacha, kacha!" That was the sound of his bones breaking... and also the sound of new bones forming...

At the same time, that wrinkled face of his began to break apart. No one knew why that was happening...

But...

Pieces of white skin began to fall off his face.

What was even stranger was that...

There was no blood underneath that broken skin... it was another layer of skin, this one smooth and glowing.

It was like the skin of a newborn.

As that new layer of skin began to show on his face, Canyang’s arms began to become buffer.

Muscles began to appear...

"Kacha kacha!" The breaking sounds continued to echo through the air.

All eyes were on Canyang...

On top of the Iron Hill Settlement...

Xing Yuanguo and Xing Qingsui clenched their fists as they watched Canyang’s body undergo such changes.

Shan Ling and the other settlement chiefs were also looking at Canyang, their expressions filled with terror.

As warriors of the Southern Region...

They rarely feared anything.

Even in the face of a disciplined demon army which outnumbered them... even when Canyang appeared... they did not retreat...

But now...

They were truly terrified.

Nangong Hao opened his eyes.

He had opened his eyes from the moment that golden light had appeared. His eyes showed no trace of fear, but were filled with respect.

He respected Canyang...

All of the demons looked at Canyang with his new youthful skin and his hollow, lifeless eyes.

Finally...

The sound disappeared.

Together with the frail body.

Right now, the person standing in front of Yun Qingwu was a youth, with tender skin and luscious lips.

He was slightly thin, but his muscles were clear for all to see.

It was a strange sight.

What was even stranger was that this youth had silver hair.

This youth was Canyang.

A rebirthed Canyang.

The symbol was still on his forehead. It was an extremely complicated symbol which glowed golden.

However, his eyes were still as lifeless as before.

Those lifeless eyes ’looked’ at the horizon, his lips parting and closing constantly. The golden light on his forehead was glowing brighter by the moment.

It was so radiant it could light up the sky.

In the next moment...

A column of light shot skyward...

It had originated from Canyang’s head.

It was incredibly quick...

It was so quick that some could not tell if it had originated from Canyang’s forehead or the heavens.

Then, the golden column of light exploded into a golden shower. This was completely different from the black rain they had experienced earlier.

This was different because...

It was formed entirely from golden light...

The light glowed in the sky and blocked out the stars in the sky. It formed a golden layer of light and descended.

The shadows battling the demon army raised their heads.

They looked at the golden screen of light. They stood rooted in their positions, almost as if they were mesmerized by it.

Then... they melted...

Almost like how ice melts in the presence of sunlight.

However, this melting was significantly faster.

As the golden screen descended, the black figures became blurry, then transparent before completely disappearing.

At that moment, Canyang disappeared as well as his body shot to the sky in a ray of golden light.

He left behind a teary Yun Qingwu...

"Master!"

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